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The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-12

rods with the foot that hung on this side,
She cautiously felt it, and hracing firmly
against'it, she checked herself for an instant,
and quick as flashes Of light one hand caught
a great lock of the long hair from one side
of her head, and passing it around the boy
under his arms she took the end tightly in
her teeth. thus making loop which tied him
firmly to herself With her partially freed
hands, scratched, torn and bleeding, she
then began an easier and more rapid des-
cent She soon reached the point where men
were waiting to aid her, but she seemed un-
conscious of their presence. She descended
until she reached that lowest point where
she could stop to the floor, and looking up
as one suddenly awakened, sank unconscious
into outstretched arms. A shout that
shook its rock foundations rose from the
bridge.
'Of course baby and mother were cared
for A few days of sharp illness followed
for her. A week later her husband died of
delirium tremens | went to the poor
wretch's funeral. 1t was not much of
pageant, but there seemed much sympathy
FOR the widow. l noticed some of the meI'-
chants from the square in attendance, and
| saw Nicholson, partner in that five
story wholesale house that runs its rear wall
almost into the river, instereSting himself
in the details.
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"a wife who IS q genuine beauty re-
piled the other with a good deal of en-
thusiasm, and noble woman besides.
They have one baby boy, little yearling
chap ,,
never saw painter who wouldn't
II shuddered as | listened for the reply.
The bare idea of that human being at that
giddy height, with the uncertain nerves of
a topper, was horrible.
'iThe second citizen replied: He is not
drinking now, you may be sure, nor he
hasn't taken liquor since he first thought of
this Job. but when it is all over he'll go on
a regular ripper! He'll paint the town! He
always does after a risky job. Seems as if
he looked back and realized his danger after
it is over and takes to drink to drown the
sense of it.
'''Then's when he continued as he OBJ
served me listening, thens when his wife
will come out true blue. She stands by him
like an angel, nurses him through all his
scrapes, and brings him around all right.
No one dares to even pity. her, either, she's
got such way with her,
II passed on, but I noticed the next day
that the steeple was finished, and ] wonder
ed if the spree would follow.
"A few days later ! crossed this bridge to
that chalybeate spring you see there and
found painting going on here also. |
looked up to the top of that tower before
us and saw Just this side of it standing
on a single plank our painter of the dia-
monds.
1.-The giddy height, the swaying of the
bridge as heavy loads passed over it, and
the deep running river beneath seemed TO
disturb him as little as the Church street
crowds.
He had evidently omitted to paint the
town after the last risky job
"A few days later | noticed a paragraph
in the Daily ABlericqn announcing that the
painting of the bridge had been successfully
accomplished"
Bob had stopped in bis walk and stood
leaning back against the outer railing
and facing the cable / waited his plea
sure.
''Ten or twelve days later" he went on,
IL was crossing the end of Market street TO
Crone's corner when | saw n rushing of peo-
ple for the bridge. It was early business
hours and quantities of people on the street,
The excitement seemed general, and /
ioined the crowd and hastened around that
western pier. when sight met my eyes that
wish could forget. That same painter,
with wild eyes, bareheaded, barefooted, IN a
painters loose blouse and dark pants, yell
ing like maniac, which he really was, and
holding over his head a beautiful child about
a wear and a half old, was rapidly making
his way up this very cable Of wire. Do you
see those two marks in white paint few
feet from where the cable crosses the top Of
the pier"
nodded assent.
"Wcll, that is the very place That mad
man went up to that spot as easily as
squirrel would climb tree, yelling as he
went that he was going 10 show Agnes that
he could make painter of that boy. that he
was going to begin now TO make him steady
headed. He actually placed the little fellow
astiide that great roll of wire Just where
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-12
(nLifnn on The Doc.

This little incident made me all the more
anxious to see the Doc / found him at the
house of friend of his, where mild and
quiet game of "drawn was in progress,
when was ushered in. By way, won
der why so many gamblers for that is
what the Doc is now-gain the title of doe
tor. Is it because the medical profession
frequently loses a member who prefers to
take chances with his own money rather
than with other peoples lives, or is it a
simile from dentistry founded on the fact
that gamblers are always drawing and fill
ing" But let that pass. The former sup
position covers the present case, for the Doc
is a regular graduate and entitled to prac
tice. During this depression he has won a
large jack pot; has piled up his checks, re
signed his seat, and greeted me very pleas
antly He is a man of medium height,
with slender frame light complexion, close.
cropped curly beard and moustache, and
restless blue eyes. The same restlessness
charGcterizes his conversation, and this et-
feet was heightened by bursts of what
seemed to me the very absurdity of frank
ness. Evidently he must have relied i'm
plicitly on the man whose name | brought
him, for he told me many private matters
/ had been told to ask for the wedding
cake story" so | soon intmated my desire TO
hear it,
That is slich goOd story" Sald the DOC,
"and have told it so many times, that can
hardly be sure of telling it just as it oc-
CURED. You know there's a great tempta-
ton to embellish a good yarn till you can't
Yourself tell whether you're bluifing or only
betting your hand"
From subsequent investigation fear that
the Doc was "Dluffing'' little, but the main
facts of the story are as you told them TO
me- will not attempt to reproduce his
words, for ! could not do them justice
They were too rich in the expressive
metaphor Of the green cloth. The story
ran about as follows;
The Doc and pal concluded to pay a visit
to the centre of American culture on the
shore of Massachusetts, Bag. They were
much impressed by many things they saw
thereby the State House, the Common,
the Old South Church, and the magnificent
iewery in the stores on Washington street.
The first three We're fastened down but the
last was movable, so the pals concluded TO
take some of it as a memento Of their visit.
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An obstructing street car had made a
pause In the procession, and we, slowly
sauntering, passed within a few feet of the
carriage. Its occupant raised the brown
eyes with moments interest, and looked
me In the face. The deep liquidity, the rich
color, the arched brow, and the snowy
waves above it made picture l shall never
lose: turned to Bob as the carriages moved
again.
What a beautiful face, and what a
stronge trick nature has played upon itt' l
exclaimed.
he asked
Certainly. Whom else should mean9 l
nave never seen so perfect a face nor so
strange an effect replied
Yes, she is called the most beautiful
woman IN the city, | believe. But" he
added, 'her beauty is the least interesting
thing about her. She would be respected
ana admired if she were ugly as an alli-
gator"
Who is she?' l asked. Identify her
Tell what there is so interesting concerning
her that it can outweigh those eyes and that
curves from chin-point to ear?"
Let us turn back and walk on the bridge, -
said Bob, land I'll tell you"
We turned and Bob threw cigar stump
into the Cumberland and asked thought
was employed to paint the chapel walls in
our junior year@
was not ready with my assent l could
not then remember.
He afterwards painted that little
chemists house, and painted light diamonds
on the dark floor of the front piazza. You
haven't surely forgotten how the boys
stole his paint pots one night and inter
spersed hearts, clubs and spades on the same
floor"
] recalled the incident perfectly. I re-
called, too, the suit of clothes ruined in the
scrape
But" persisted Bob, "can you recall him,
the painter, the individualw
Yes, [ see him now,n replied He was
tall and handsome, with a moustache and
easy air that | envied him.
You have him." cried Bob with de-
light.
"Wen," he resumed, shortly after I came
here the Methodists took a fancy to have
the steeple of the McKendree Church paint
ed 1t is the tallest and slimmest spire in the
city No painter would undertake the Job
Finally preparations began and paused
one day, curious to see the workmen. In
the chief director recognized our friend of
the diamonds. | wondered if he would or
nament the steeple with our addenda to his
idea. OF course he did not recognize me,
but felt a sort Of fascination in watching
him. He took the most perilous part of the
work himself, and 1 stopped every day to
see him, a mere moving speck, suspended on
a swinging plank hundreds of feet above
the busy street below The whole city
seemed interested Hardly a pasSer up
Church street that did not pause to note his
progress.
''As stood looking at him one day two
men paused near me, and one said to the
other:
&" HAS he anv faniIy7n
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"The distance between herself and the
boy was rapidly lessenng. She had begun
to whmper in half frightened way Up!
up! she goes! VIII she turn dizzy now?
Will the babe fall ere she reaches him, and
she SO nearl Papa, tired tate me down,
in peevish cry, comes floating down from
the little fellows lips. 1t was a spur to the
ascending mother Words nor paint could
picture the eager suspense and strained in
tensity of her face Her eyes seemed reach
ing out toward the boy as if to hold him till
her hands could clutch She lacked but
foot or two when the boy unclasped his chub-
by hands and Strengthened himself to a sit
ting posture You have seen a cat
bound for mouse, or a house spider
jump from window sill on fly, Wei,
she seemed so 10 spring forward and
clasp him with one arm tightly around tine
waist
''The little fellow seemed to know her touch
or She may have murmured soothing words
in his ear. He neither sprang with delight
nor struggled with fright or surprise, but
quiesly submitted
ga Spontaneous cheer Just startld from the The
a wall, as the though occurred TO all, 'HoK
will she get backP
Again all was tension. The crowd haG'
drawn one long breath and now again
stood in stupid, over-strained suspense, gaZ-
ing at the mother with her boy held TO her
side by one arm. She indulged in no effus-
ions OF Joy at recovering him, did not even
bestow a kiss upon his shining curls. but
pausing a moment as If for breath she placed
him before her as lady sits on a side sad
die, and carefully pushing herself, inch by
inch, backwards, holding on with one hand
with the agony of despair to prevent going
down too rapidly. The danger was more
imminent than ever before, and the bridge
swayed with the weight of The now re-
doubled crowd She had descended nearly
one-third the distance Ready hands were
outstretched to catch and break the fall
if she tottered, and men were climbing to
meet her and take the child from her arms
when she should reach the centre railing.
Wealthy wholesale merchants from the
square were Offering immense rewards for
any one who would venture 10 her rescue,
but most of the multitude stood hushed,
breathless and helpless
"Just ND there. she touched one of those
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-12
ESTABLISHED 1850.
IL. H. EsTILL Editer and Proprietor.
BY THE SUMMER SEA.
BY CHRISTIAN REID.


Thought had surely conquered and lived down
this sharp, old pain
Till the mighty voice of the ocean wakes it to-
night again
Wakes it to throb and torture, to burn with it's
fire anew,
AS sit on the sands, oh, Phillip, and long and
yearn for you!
There are fancies strangely bitter in the surge
of the restless sea,
And hopes, and dreams, and memories, all ris-
ing mournfully.
The waves that are softly breaking, with starry
lustre kissed,
Summon host of phantoms out of the ocean
mist.
In the years that have fed forever since you and
first met,
years of vain regret
II have fondly dreamed, o, Phillip, that had
mastered quite
The heart that rises up once more to bitterness
/ have thrust away in silence each loving
thought of you;
l have laid to rest each memory, so tender and
so true,
have prayed upon my bended knees for power
to forget,
And the answer to that prayer is this-I love
you, love you yet!
. Is love so very plenty in this weary world of
That you cannot let all else go by and trust me
once again?
Iwould never wrong you, Philip, nor ever pain
You see cast all pride away, here on this ocean
, shore
My heart seems breaking, Phillip, as linger all
alone,
And there comes no sound of comfort, save the
oceans restless moan;
stretch my arms to heaven, and pray for your
return;
But the hope that dies, and the love that lives,
can only pant and yearn
The cruel seas between us, with it's ceaseless
ebb and flow,
And sigh, and wonder, and question, will it
ever be so?
viii the distance loom, my darling, ever so great
as now,
When Time has left his silver threads athwart
my pallid brow!
Will there come no end, o, Phillip, to the weari-
ness and strife?
Will there dawn no day of gladness upon my
saddened life:
Will the sun go down in darkness, and peace be
only given,
When the aching heart is laid to rest and the
sinful soul is shriven?
You cannot blame me. Phillip, that remember
still,
For they err, who tell us all things are possible
would gladly crush forever, the heart which
madly clings,
Dog-like unto the cruel hand, that only strikes
and stings
But love, which is sorely bitter is very mighty,
too,
And faith is like needle-to its magnet ever
tone;
lwould fain be fickle Phillip, and false as false
can be,
AZ sit alone and desolate, beside the summer
But the past is here beside me, in the purple
starry night,
And her great eyes shine upon me with tender,
mournful light
Sweet eyes, so full of gentleness, so lovely in
their pain,
That claspher back o, Phillip, to my faithful
heart again.
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you know he's big, imposing looking
cuss that you don't like to fool with Well,
sir, that seemed to please him to think
wouldn't lie square at him, and though Ihad
to go up for the business | got off light and
had any easy time while | was inside--cans
out with money in my pocket and got lots Of
good advice and other kindnesses from the
Inspector when got on the right side o. The
bars
His praise of the Inspector seemed to bs
the fox testify 10 the skill of the hunter.
Mr. Byrnes was unquestionably right il
supposing that there was some good in tbs
Doc, and, as | bade him good night, asked
him to come and smoke cigar with me SOM
day and tell another story.
CHARLES w. HooKE.
The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-12
YACHTING COSTUMES.
Points in which We are Becoming More
Like the English.

NEW YORK, June live are besoming
more like the English every day in the ap-
preparedness of our costumes. just now
the ladies are particularly interested in
yachting, and some of the costumes, usually
Of the wearel's own design, are very effect
i've: in fact, there is quite rivalry between
certain ladies as to who shall invent the odd
est yachting suit, and there seems TO be no
limit to their fancies 4 pretty costume is
of fine French flannel, dark blue, figured
with tiny white anchors. The skirt was
killed, and a short overskirt very much
looped on the left side and held in place by
a silver anchor The waist was a loose
blouse with sailor collar and navy blue silk
sailor knot In front. A soft hat made of the
flannel in derby shape around which was
wound blue and white silk cord and tassel
completed the suit. White yachting cloth,
which looks like fine white flannel, but
washes better, comes at low price. A COS
tune Of this has killed skirt and oveiBhrt
entirely of white, while the waist is of scar
let and white-stI.iped flannel, with sailor col
lar Of dark blue embroidered with tiny
white stars IL is called flag costume. The
hat is a soft red felt, around which is blue
and white cord and tassels.
\ Another pretty toilet was with white
1Annel skirts, with blue and white striped
~, made plated and confined by leather
bXALhe clasp OF Wnlch was II SOlid silver
oar Mar and cuffs of dark blue. the collar
opeffMk almost TO the waist, with an inner
vest of plain blue, on which was eInbroid
cred the ensign of the favorite yacht, an
anchor or a tiny ship.
A red flannel skirt with huge net as an
oversltirt, caught up on the side with sill
yer anchor, a red felt hat trimmed with "A
net, with an oar for ornament Is pretty; II
also makes an appropriate tennis costume by
replacing the oar and anchor by ball, mallet
or bat
A young lady in mourning has just had
made black flannel skirt, with blouse waist
Of black, laced down the front with white
cord, collars and cuffs Of white flannel, on
the corners Of which are embroidered black
anchors. The hat is Of white felt, with black
cord and tassel.
Who would not like "to sail the ocean
blue" with pretty young ladies for compan-
ions arrayed in such yachting costumes as
thescs EvELyE BAKER HAHvIER.
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"At the cemetery, as the little group turn
ed from the grave, the weeping widow
stopped and tenderly readjusted some
flowers, and the wind partially lifted her
veil. ] saw again the faultless face, but the
rich brown hair had become perfectly
white.
"A year ago society here was a good deal
stirred up by quiet marriage The white
haired young widow was the bride, and
Nicholson, the merchant, was the groom
She proved to be as refined and accomplish
ed as shewas beautiful, and the daughter of
an old Judge in Kentucky. She had been
captivated by our painters handsome NOUS
tache and fine airs, for. which, as you ac-
knowledged, you once envied him, and had
run away from school to marry him 1t was
a schoolgirls mistake, but she had made the
best OF it, and been a true, noble, faithful
wife throughout.
Nicholson saw her for the first time as
she went to the rescue OF her baby boy.
Thus readeth the story of the beauty
you have Just seen in her second husbands
carriage, with her first husbands boy by
her side Take one more look at the
white marks on the cable and let us walk
on"
glanced upward as Bob produced fresh
cigar
$50" said l, Nicholson first saw his
wife astride an iron log nine inches in dia-
meterF'
Bob stopped suddenly in front of me bar
ring my progress. With an outstretched
forefinger and grave, earnest manner he
said:
"Now, don't do that! From the day !
watched that awful scene until now have
heard the comments of all sorts OF men and
classes of minds, but | have never heard a
disrespectful, careless mention or reference
to that devoted womans attitude. From
that day to this | have utterly repudiated
the doctrines of total deprAvity When ]
remember that immense crowd, suddenly
gathered from the streets, workshops, store
houses, Offices and wharveso Of this city com
posed of all classes, colors, sexes and avoca-
tions, and reflect that not one seemed CON
scious of an unusual appearance, or saw the
occasion for jeer, and not ore then or ever
after has counted it as lessening the respect
in which she has ever been held; that, on the
contrary, every heart was wrung in SYM
pathy with her anxiety, and every voice
rang in the shout of joy for her safety, ] con
clude that human nature has traces Of divln-
ity in its makeup. This being so, it cannot
be totally depraved. What" added he,
''speak lightly of that heroic exhibition of
mothers love? Saints have been canonized
for less. -
Bob" said I, ''you are eloquentm
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The store of Shreve, Crrmp q Low is on
the corner of Summer and Washington
streets. There Is an entrance on the latter
which admits directly 10 the part of the
store where the goods are displayed; and an
other ON Summer street which Is near the
private office. ut happened that but one
mefnber of the firm was in the Office when
a handsomely dressed man called one after
noon. The visitor would have pone Of the
clerks: he must see the proprietor, 80 he was
ushered into the private Office He bowed
politely, and said:
II am building residence in Brockton
which Il nearly completed, and wantsome
artistic little bgists and bronzes. They must
be the best and / was sent - wn'i rs n man
Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1887-07-07

Of the Revised Statutes of Montana, and
all acta and parts VI acts in conflict with
this act are hereby repealed.
Sec. Il. This act shall take effect and be
in force from and after the first day VI Sep
tember. 1887.
Approved March 9th. 1887.
UNITED STATES % AMERICA, -
TERRITORY Ov MONTANA.
]. VIM. b. Webb, secretary ~ the Terri.
tory Of Montana. do h-reby certify that !
have compa red the annexed and foregoing
q. b. - with the original thereof filed in
my Office aud that the same 10 correct
transcript thercfrOm Of the whole Of said
original act.
Witness my hand md seal ri the territory
Of Montana this 23d day Of March. A. y.
one thousand eight hundred ard eighty
seven.
(SEAL-) WM. b. WEBB,
Secretary Of the Territory Of Montana.
Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1887-07-07

What, dive hack the haes We fought for!
Il would b = sorry day
When the men Of the Grand Army
Had TO glvs those naeS away!
To win that cloth Of glory
Just think what blood vas shed;
Ys must not rob the living.
We shall not rob the dead.
Think Of our bloody battles,
OF the cheers that rent the sky,
Az in the thicke~t Of the fight
Those standards waved on high.
o, how We fought 10 vim them,
How many bit the dust,
And only from the poor dead hands
We tore the sacred trust.
Brothsrs they werc that conquered.
Brothers they we're Who fell;
And years have eOOtbed the feelings
That then were fierce ~ he'll.
but Tor those grand old trophies,
With us let them remain,
The tokens ri q victory
That made ua one again.
New York Sun. Il. N.
Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1887-07-07
Notice Of Final Entry.
LASD OFFICE At HELENA n. T.,
June a.. 1857.

LAxp OvrIcE At HELENA N. T.,
June D.. 1857.
Notice Is hereby given thst the following
named settler has iiled notice II his inten-
ton tn make final proof In support OF his
claim. and that said proof will be made
before the Clerk Of the Fourth Judicial
District Court in and for Fergus comfy.
Montana. 1t Lewistown, N. r.. ON August 8.
1887, viz:
E1bess .. Dasnaea.
who made presumption declsratory state
ment No 6s22 for tine "a NWt, SW3 NE3,
Nw3 SEA Sec. -. township II north. range
II est.
He names the following witnesses Ia
prove his continuous residence upon. aud
cultivation Of. said land. viz: William
kruse and Benjamin Shortly. Of Cotton
wood, Montana. and yscob HOiscmes and
Frank Day. both Of Lewistown. Montana.
g. w. LANonOsSs. Register.
Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1887-07-07

LAxp OFFICE AZ HELENA,

LAND OFFICE At HELENA, n. TIL
June 2lst. 1857. I
Netice 10 hereby given that the following named
settlsr hes kDed notice Of his intseti0n " make
anal proof In support Of bic claim. end that said
proof VIII Be- msds before the Probate
Judge Of Fergus Ceunty. Msatana. q lewis
teWn. n. r.. on August eSh 1857, Wis:
De9nara Logaa.
Who nads Prs.e@pssea declasstesy abatement No.
67Al, Tor the NwN NE5<. Fer. q; 1ws< sEl@. Ex
hw.z, zoe 8. Tp. Is n, \. Is T.
He namss the following witne.sse % prove his
continuous residenee upon, and culttvatt Of,
sald land. viz: Charles ~. Clary, Of Philbrook.
". r.. Chsrles Tsvsases ssd Roger Clifford. Of
uhet, n. r., and lsaac B. Dswkins, Of Cotton.
wood. u. T.
~. LAnou0RNs. Register.